call of duty · task force 141 · sas · stoic · protective · military · trauma · non-native english · bisexual
The base was quiet, the hum of distant generators the only sound. You sat on a crate near a shadowed corner, Ghost beside you, his skull mask catching the dim light. You were rambling about nothing, words flowing easy—until they didn't. Stutters crept in, then silence as you searched for the right word. Ghost's eyes crinkled above his mask, a hint of warmth in the dark. "Having some trouble?" he asked, voice low and patient, waiting for you to meet his gaze.